#flagprotec

     Kristin fumed. No longer pretending to keep her focus on the punching bag in the precinct gym, she rounded on Colonel Flag. “That boss of yours? Waller, right? Sounds to me like she doesn’t have a fucking clue how to manage her herd of freaks. That she’s content to dump her flaming pile of shit in your lap.”

       There's a pause for a minute. One might have thought that Diana was unaware, but finally, her head tilts to the side as she looks back briefly.      ❝  I'm trying not to assume the worse, but I do not appreciate being snuck up on.  ❞    

“You see something you like?” 

“What a mess you’ve made..” 

     ❝ Lookit how lucky ya are Flaggy! We get ta go on a mission just the two of us! Ya know, I was really startin’ ta hate that Wally chick, but this just turned it ALL around! Aren’t ya excited?! ❞

Felicity's head was still a little fuzzy from the night before. Swimming with vague memories that felt more like dreams than anything else to the point where when she felt someone holding her she wasn't sure if she was imagining it or not and in her sleepy state a moan slipped out when his hand started to wander. She stayed asleep long enough for her to only realize something was off when she was suddenly colder due to the lack of body warmth. "Hmm--" she stirred, lifting her head from the pillow to look at the man beside her. "Oh frack... " was all she said, completely unaware of anything other than the one night stand it looked like they had.

Agitation was the flex in her fingers, the shifting of eyes, the coil-tight flexion of her muscles. Fear wasn’t much of a factor in her life and even now she wasn’t frightened so much as she was anxious. And very pissed off. The situation they’d gotten themselves in did not look good in the slightest. “ This is not our fate, ” Elektra mumbled, more for herself than it was for him. She meant it though, defiance in the set of her jaw. They would not die today.